Calm. Long-lasting calm.
Even though Huan Si had made no move, Ye Tian still kept his nerves taut and spread out his spiritual energy.
If he were ambushed once more, the situation would become completely irreversible.
Ye Tian vaguely sensed that the patterns on his feet were quietly peeling away. At this rate, he would regain his freedom in less than the time it took to burn an incense stick.
And during such a window, it would surely be Huan Si's best chance to strike.
With that thought, Ye Tian adjusted his breathing, ready to face an enemy at any moment.
Facts proved that he was right. Just as the white world flickered, Huan Si surfaced once again, his sword seeking to seal Ye Tian's throat!
Ye Tian did not know whether he was in an illusion or reality at this moment. But no matter which it was, he could not lose!
One loss, and the whole board would be lost.
The Seven Sorrows Sword had long since gained sentience. At this moment, it knew what to do.
A wave of spiritual energy clung to the Seven Sorrows Sword as several different elements emerged. The sword once again lived up to the name "Seven Sorrows"!
Towering flames erupted, nearly collapsing the entire white world! But everything was far from over. This was merely the beginning.
Immediately afterward, gales appeared within this nonexistent space, followed by sudden rain. Lightning appeared, and so did sprouting buds.
Huan Si was clearly startled. He hurriedly retreated far away, his gaze wavering as he said, "You... how did you do that?! This place... is clearly a space that belongs to me alone!"
As soon as he spoke, the entire white world was buried beneath the elements and instantly fell apart.
In reality, Ye Tian slowly